Intrusive thoughts. Keys that were made for the locks. Shaking hands with my grief. They're plotting against me and they're making a deal with my faith. Blood on skin. Further and further away from myself. Biting my tongue just to hold you in.

And the day I'll be reshaped, I'll see you smiling back at me. But I don't believe that one day I'll be reshaped.

Blood on skin. Biting my tongue just to hold you in.

Consequence for your actions. The answer is death. The only solution.

Leaving myself no solution. Losing myself at the thought of losing you. Take what you want and get out.